Tears of ecstasy

WARNING: this chapter contains RAPE and ABUSE among its sexual explicit. Do NOT read this if you find it offensive and/or don't like it. You HAVE been warned!

Previously: after almost getting killed by asphyxiation in the shower during Octavia's game of forced sex, Vinyl flees the scene and meets up with Lyra. While the two unicorns are gone, Bon Bon who dreams of a good punishment during sex decides to check out what happened in Vinyl's room, unaware of Octavia's brutal desires...

Equine and the harlot

A sunny day in the springs of Manehattan which didn't go unnoticed by the ponies in the restaurant. Thanks to the walls and ceiling being made out of entirely glass, the warm rays of the sun rained down on all the guests sitting around their round tables while they waited for their breakfast. There had been a bet inside the kitchen between the waitress stallions about who was going to get the opportunity to bring the two mares' order. The lucky winner who happened to be a unicorn carried a satisfied smile on his lips while he walked past the countless numbers of other tables to bring the two plates of food for the beautiful duo.

As the metal plates carefully landed on the table and were relieved from their magic enchantment, the lucky unicorn threw a sneaky glance at both females. In an instant, he could confirm the lime green one still had her dashing cuteness and wonderful eyes matching perfectly with her soft coat and sweet curves...

While the other one looked like she just had been beaten up and thrown into a river, judging from her wet mane and coat and the bruises decorating her body...

“What the buck are you looking at?” the white unicorn known as Vinyl Scratch asked with her most annoyed tone while leaning her fore knees to the table. A glare from the scarlet eyes with the ability to kill unnerved the stallion who now had a series of grimaces saying shocked, disgusted and frightened running through his facial expression. In an instant, he had cleared his throat and walked away without another word.

Vinyl hid her muzzle between the fore hooves, not regretting her choice of words but seriously reconsidering revealing her rare eye color like that. She just sighed and tried to not think of the fact that she actually looked like a mess with all those marks and the soaked body, not to mention feeling like a nopony without her large shades.

“Are you alright, Vinyl? You don't look very well...” Lyra the lyrist stated, using her most concerned look at her friend who sat right in front of her over the table. The kind thought only brought more irritation to the DJ's mind, even though she knew the worst thing she could do now was complaining on her for actually caring. After all, didn't Vinyl herself just asked her to come down so they could talk? In the end, she shook her head in an effort to get rid of the annoying and irrational thoughts.

Using force, the white unicorn managed to look at the lime green one and smiled. It was saddening for her to know that she couldn't fake more then she already did. “Yeah.... I just needed to get out and eat, recharge my batteries... you know” she excused and stared down at the treat she had been given after Lyra's own knowledge of what her friend liked to eat.

A nice breakfast of two corn-cobs covered in butter and a rather thick layer of salt, she sure had hit a perfect score. And suddenly, Vinyl's smile had a little more truth in it.

“Thanks, Lyra...” she almost mumbled, attracting the attention from her mentioned friend who understood what she talked about. She now accompanied the white mare's glad expression with her lime green one. “Don't mention it, Vinyl. I'd be a terrible friend if I didn't even know what my own best friend liked to eat” she replied while lightly waving an embarrassed fore hoof .

That line had a healing effect on the DJ. She could already feel that she was safe, secured with company that never even would think in the ways of harming another pony. However, she wondered what her response was going to be after hearing that Lyra couldn't see herself as a good friend just because of such a silly reason. But there was no need to wonder, she had already decided to take the moment and talk. Gently scraping her hoof at the table, next to her fried salad, she took the initiative to further the thoughts.

“Vinyl...” she said without any plans on actually finishing that sentence, and the mentioned pony quickly caught where her friend was going with that single word. “Yeah, yeah... I'll tell in a moment what happened” Vinyl responded and focused some magic from her horn. The first cob levitated up from its plate, deliciously dripping the butter it was covered in. A chunk of the tasty corn vanished and left trails around the white lips.

Lyra felt her own hunger coming back even though she actually had a sandwich waiting up at the room. But due to her concerned thoughts of not letting Vinyl feel alone in any way, she levitated up a piece of the green salad and nibbled off a piece....

With a light knock on the door to room 120, Bon Bon had sent the casual request to get invited by the inhabitant inside. No response, so she knocked again but a little longer and louder this time.

Her patience had taken a little beating since she knew that something had happened, but what? Thus, when she understood that probably nopony was going to open, she tried the unlocked knob on the door. The wooden obstacle opened wide to let her in, something she didn't reject doing at all. Her head peeped inside. “Octavia? Are you...” she called out but stopped when she saw the light gray mare alone in the four poster bed. However, a little jolt of surprise went through Bon Bon when she saw the mare known as Octavia holding a toy made for pleasure in her hooves.

The lone mare in bed quickly glanced at her visitor who immediately blushed out of embarrassment. “Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I... I'll be going out agai...” she apologized until she was cut off again, but this time by the very mare she possibly had caught red-hoofed.

“Privet*, Bon Bon. Vhy don't you come inside...” Octavia asked with an empty yet saddened expression on her face. The mentioned pony halted with her snout aiming at the floor. She didn't expect to get invited just like that, especially not when the mare she visited was doing more private things. “Uhm.... b-but... aren't I... uh... interrupting?” she asked, still looking down to not see what happened in front of her.

The light gray earth pony glanced down at the dildo, understanding what her friend misunderstood. She wasn't using the plastic tool right now, it was just resting peacefully in her hooves as she watched it. “Oh.... no, no, no... I vas just studying this” she explained and stroke the long shaft before looking back at Bon Bon who still hesitated to go in. But Octavia suddenly realized an opportunity here with the unaware pony “Please, come in. I could use some company” her more soft voice asked to attract some courage from the other earth pony.

Bon Bon rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, preparing herself for more awkwardness than the one she experienced during breakfast with Lyra. After closing the door behind her, walking up carefully to the bed, sitting down in the corner of it, and then finally connecting with Octavia's purple eyes, the cream mare scratched her neck while smirking nervously. Her curiosity hadn't brought her to a cliff of death yet, but she sure as hay didn't want to know what the consequences of talking about the wrong subject would be. But after going this far, why not continuing?

“Uh... so.... if you're not doing what I.... uhh....” she caught herself going into the perfectly wrong thing to talk about. The other mare didn't change her look at Bon Bon, instead just waited for the ice breaker. Sadly, it required some good thinking from her company who now felt a little urge to just jump out the window in order to escape living with this memory.

“Ehe he he.... ignore what I was going to say there...” she asked, which Octavia instantly obliged to before the nervous mare continued. “But... I was just a little worried about you and Vinyl. She... she came by just a minute ago and asked Lyra to take her out for some... fresh air” she succeeded to squeeze out of herself without stuttering too much.

Octavia frowned, fully aware that this wasn't going to be easy to explain if she wanted it out of her system fully. “And... well, she looked a little.... er, roughed up... so to say. And minding that you're sitting her all alone and...” Bon Bon furthered as the other female now glanced down on the thick toy in her gray hooves instead. At that moment, the cream mare decided to finally come clean about her true intentions for this visit.

“Forgive me for asking, but.... did something.... happen between you two?” she finally asked, completely breaking the ice and tossing the ball over to Octavia.

A moment of silence with the gray mare still looking down at her lover's favorite toy and the other one starting to regret her question. But there wasn't another second needed before the cellist's voice broke the quiet time. “Da*, something definitely happened...” Octavia stated and quickly shifted her eyes to Bon Bon who almost sighed out in relief. “... and it's rather bold of you to ask about another couple's private life, I must say” she finished to Bon Bon's great fear.

Jerking her head back in a flash, the cream equine felt a tongue-tie cursing her with silence again. Had she stepped on the absolutely most perfect land mine and brought out an unfriendly side of her friend? A strong amount of insecurity bred inside her head now, almost acting like headache and stomachache at the same time. Octavia was about to reveal her own truth in the next choice of words.

“But since it's out of concern, I suppose your.... vhat's ze vord again... intentions are trustworthy. So I'm going to ansver your question vith a question of my own” Octavia stated and flipped the dildo carrying her colors around in her hooves. Finally, the cream mare could inhale a new sigh of relief. Now it certainly couldn't get more awkward, knowing that this famous musician from the upper-class certainly had a refined taste in how to express herself while keeping sensitive subjects subtle and...

“Hov's your sex life with Lyra?” Octavia asked and stroke the inanimate object again with a fore hoof, still looking into the eyes of her guest.

Like she was stuck in the split second between being punched and feeling the pain from it, Bon Bon had the most empty expression on her face. Then, when the pain in form of realization came, the tongue-tie suddenly got worse. “Whu...what? I mean, er... why you... “ she tried in vain to answer with yet another question. But the light gray earth pony had no plans on letting her poor guest stay confounded anymore.

“Vell, you see....” Octavia continued and started to recall her memories. “... mine and Vinyl's haven't been so good lately” she explained, sheding some more light on the topic to Bon Bon. Thanks to that, she found courage to further it. “Oh... r-really? Uhm, may I ask.... how?” she tried to smirk while saying.

Octavia sure did appreciate to have somepony to talk with, but even if she already had mentioned this much, could she really trust this pony with such sensitive information like this? The idea of testing her came up in the foreign mare's mind. Thus, she tilted her head a little to the left and put down the dildo on the bed. “My ansver vill come in time. But I'd like to hear your first” she stated to corner her friend.

Bon Bon would in usual cases feel her cheeks warming up when hearing such a question. But the sad fact was that she couldn't sense anything at all. Did Octavia tried to imply that her sex life with Vinyl was outstanding? If so, why would her lover end up with bruises and a wet coat? All these question and not even the trace of an answer, the bitter reality Bon Bon now had to suffer.

However, since her guts almost felt cold when thinking of last night's amount of pleasure she had been cursed with, why not just tell the truth? She scratched the dark blue part of her mane and chuckled, frowning the second she was about to speak. “Ehe... if you want me to be honest, it's.... good! Lyra is a.... real... er, beast.... in bed.... he he”.

Somehow, lying felt so much easier even if it virtually hurt inside her chest when doing so. And it was a total different thing avoiding the truth in front of Octavia than Lyra.

Octavia rose her eyebrows for a second. “Oh.... vell that's interesting to hear...” she then responded. And once Bon Bon felt that her time in the spotlight was over, she could have sworn her heart skipped a beat when the accented voice spoke again.

“I didn't knov you vere such a bad liar, dear Bon Bon...” the light gray mare stated, locking her purple eyes into a serious state. The cream pony gasped, instantly covering her mouth after the complete revelation. Octavia turned her frown and giggled. “You can relax, Bon Bon. I've spent ze biggest part of my life among ponies vho lies constantly just so they can uphold their muzzles. But you're not one of those ponies, so there are no hard feelings...” the fine mare explained to calm her visitor.

It actually helped. Bon Bon felt a little more secure now, knowing that there was no point in lying. She couldn't explain how it was possible to feel that way about it, but still. Her flush was now visible as she spoke after turning her head away.

A sigh to mark defeat. “Okay.... It... hasn't been very good....”.

She glanced back at Octavia who seemed to be waiting for more. Bon Bon caught the hint.

“..... at all...”.

And then, the light gray pony tilted her head to the other side, dropping the little smirk into a neutral facial expression. “How come?” she asked just like Bon Bon did before. She was fully aware of this, but turning conversations away from herself was a profession she had mastered during her years with the horseshoe-licking society.

Feeling more cornered then a rat just a heartbeat away from the cat's sharp teeth, Bon Bon rolled her cyan eyes down to the bed. “She.... Lyra hasn't been very... open-minded about some ideas I've presented to her...” her slowly shrinking voice said while her eyes crept farther away. Sadly, that only lit up Octavia's interest.

“Really? Vhat kind of ideas?” she asked without minding if Bon Bon felt okay with this, which she didn't. The cream head shook in disapproval. “Why are you asking me this? I came her to see if you were okay, so how did we even got into this topic?” she asked, dedicated to find out what was going on here between them and their conversation.

Octavia sighed in disappointment and returned her eyes to the sex toy. “Because it sounds like you've tried to introduce her into a fetish. Your displeased face and body language proves that it was something you really wanted to do, but I suppose that Lyra either rejected it or was really bad at it...” the self-confident mare stated and looked up into the cyan eyes again. “Vhich one is correct?”.

Bon Bon dropped her jaw, hardly able to understand what just happened. Like she just had seen Celestia's plot close-up, the ability to speak properly died. Only one thought existed inside her head, which now left her wide-open mouth.

“H...how did you...” she tried ask, only to get interrupted. “I have ze same problem, you see...” the answer became to Bon Bon's so-called question. Octavia had just confirmed it was okay to talk about her problem.... with subtle words. While the visiting pony still struggled to keep her awe and shock under control, the other one introduced her situation.

First she looked in every corner, ensuring that there were no peeping toms nearby. Then, she crept a little closer to Bon Bon and leaned forward so they sat just a hoof away from each other, enhancing the ambiance of a secret being told. Octavia's eyes were serious, helping the pony before her to finally close that hanging jaw. “Vhat I'm about to tell you, my dear Bon Bon, ez of high secret value... it will stay betveen us, khorosho*?” she asked to put the last pillar of trust inside their conversation.

Bon Bon, slightly unnerved but still focused even though she had no idea what that last word meant, nodded her head while keeping the eye-contact. A last look around in the room, then the purple eyes stared back at the entrusted company.

“All ponies have their own fetish or desire for sexual challenges, and upper-class ponies such as myself are no exceptions. And aside from using a dildo, Vinyl's..... promise me you'll be quiet about this..... Vinyl's limit in going sexual adventurous is to be... stimulated at her g-spot and clitoris at ze same time” Octavia revealed and awaited the reaction from her friend.

Bon Bon's expression slowly changed into the unmistakeable look of 'what the buck' by violently cocking an eyebrow and slightly pouting her lips. She couldn't even imagine that somepony actually felt DARING when doing that out of all things. If she hadn't known any better, Bon Bon would have thought Vinyl was a virgin. It was silent for several seconds until Octavia continued.

“Da*.... she is not ze very... venturous or open-minded pony to anything more challenging then that. She actually feels a little... naughty when I do that to her” she continued to expose her marefriend's sexual secrets, something that only enhanced Bon Bon's grimaces with widening eyes and twitching lips. “And sadly, my limits goes beyond that. Or should I say... far beyond...” her voice started to grow unsure when saying that.

However, the listener already understood where Octavia was going with this, thus dropped the eye-contact and relaxed her facial muscles while looking down on the toy she soon had figured out belonged to Vinyl. This was getting a little tense for her, but there was really nothing she feared to hear. Whatever Octavia possibly desired to do when in bed, it would be nothing compared to her own sexual dreams. That she was convinced of...

“My limits goes to ze part of... domination” the gray mouth uttered, causing Bon Bon's ears to jerk up.

Octavia felt a little embarrassed too now. “You knov... forcing my partner into submission...”.

The cream mare furrowed her eyebrows.

“Playing rough and mean... treating her vith no respect...”

The cyan eyes widened.

“Making her.... struggle and pretend she...”

Bon Bon slowly raised her head up to Octavia.

“That she's.... being.... forced into it...”

Octavia blushed and looked in the corner of her eyes, unable to see the shocked face before her. In that instant, a lock triggered deep inside Bon Bon the earth pony's head. A load of images flooded back, shaping themselves from her memory bank. About two years ago, one year before she had met Lyra....

It was at the very youth of night, back in Ponyville where Bon Bon had grown up her entire life. However this night had been planned for a little while by the friends she knew back then. It was just her and four other mares, all happy to see each other even though it hadn't been that long since the last time they spent time together. But today was as a special day that Bon Bon had reluctantly agreed to: the day she'd find a date and finally loose her virginity.

She was the only one inside their circle of friendship who still hadn't been deflowered, something the other girls more then gladly teased her with. According to them, sex was something you simply had to experience before you could call yourself a mare. Until that, you were just a filly.

The whole planning was ridiculous to Bon bon, she had never really found any real interest in sex at all. She had both read porn and even caught one of her friends when they had sex with somepony else. But she just couldn't find any real attraction to it, a mystery she didn't really understand. She enjoyed masturbation alright, but whenever she thought of actually having sex, it hardly interested her. Sex was overrated for her, hardly exciting and not her center of attention in any case. But those friends of hers were more then insistent that she at least had to try it.

After a long series of arguing and attempts of persuasions lasting a week or so, she had reluctantly given in and agreed. She and her friends had walked to The Keg, Ponyville's best bar if you wanted alcoholic beverage and company while drinking it.

It was her and the gang, walking casually inside the bar with happy smiles on each set of lips. Bon Bon played along, convincing herself they were all adults and not a pack of fillies trying to spend low-quality time at a random bar. Sadly, her hopes of turning this into a girls night instead of a shagging party slowly died, even if she felt heavily more attracted to the first idea.

After picking a table in the center of the crowded locale, the four mares got down to the casual gossips and topics surrounding nothing but their sex-life and and how their views on stallions differed from each other. Bon Bon expected this, thus took the job of going to the counter and ordered. That was it, this night was going to be a long one...

Finally she could focus on something else then just sex, like for example this brown and robust stallion with a blond-brown mane polishing some glasses like bartenders always did in movies. And of course the obligatory shelves behind him filled with all sorts of cheap and expensive booze. It was rather loud in the air, lots of ponies speaking and laughing to their hearts content. But just when she thought it'd require some ability to speak loud, the male bartender glanced up at the cream earth pony mare and threw up his most handsome smirk.

“Well, well. If it hasn't been a while since I saw such a pretty young thing walking into my bar” he complimented and put away the glass on the counter before throwing the small piece of cloth over his neck. “What will it be, missy?” he then asked with eyes more fitting inside a bedroom.

Bon Bon couldn't resist giggling. She had no problem at all finding ponies attractive if they were gentle, kind and/or handsome. But the only thing she could imagine doing with them would be dating, perhaps even kissing or something along those lines. Sure, if they wanted sex, so be it. But it certainly wouldn't be anything she'd suggest to do at all, and it'd also only be because they wanted it, not her.

And it didn't matter if they were male or female... she could date both.

“Uhm... I got some friends, four to be exact, with me and they just told me to get anything. So do you have something you'd think most ponies like that's not too expensive?” she asked with a friendly smile towards the bartender who rubbed his clean chin. “We~ell.... for young girls like you... I think.... ah, this will do!” he exclaimed and rose a bottle from a shelf on his side of the desk. A green flask of apple cider imported from Trottingham landed gently on the desk from his sturdy hoof. “Just two bits a bottle.... but you see, I have this little policy saying that the prettiest mare of the day who buys a drink here gets the first round for free!” the strong earth pony stated and scraped his muscular chest with a fore hoof in a proud pose.

Bon Bon felt her cheeks heating a little, even if she saw through this masculine piece of male like a transparent plastic bag. As the next three bottles were put up on a plate before her, she had to ask him a little thing. “You just made that up, didn't you?”.

The stallion grinned back, still looking self-confident. “Ha ha ha... not really! It's an old policy my father taught me before me and my brother took over The Keg, and my eyes sure as hay landed on something sweeter then those three pieces of candy on your flank...” he said and winked at Bon Bon before clenching the metal plate between his teeth. The cream mare noticed his subtle flirt, enjoying the feeling of looking sexy in the eyes of such a good-looking stallion. However, she only had a few seconds to enjoy this before the bartender had pushed open his swivel door and awaited his guest's direction to the table.

After guiding him to it, the other four mares were still stuck with their talks, hardly noticing the large stallion with the incoming drinks. It wasn't until the round plate was placed between them that they all jerked their heads towards him, instantly freezing and widening their eyes. “Here ya go, ladies! Say thanks to your pretty friend for the free drinks, now. He he he!” he laughed and walked back to the unmanned counter.

As Bon Bon sat down on one of the wooden chairs stuck to the floor, her friends were all still following the bartender during his walk. She sighed and took one of the bottles, biting of the cork before taking a little sip. Suddenly, a mean hoof hit her shoulder while still holding the flask, causing her to spill some and almost choke. After a fitting cough and provided annoyed eyebrows, she could see all her friends glaring at her.

“What they hay, Bon Bon! Don't tell us you just let him go like that?!” the first one who also punched her said, triggering the others to follow her. “Yeah, you got this one on the hook and you just drop it?” the second continued. “Seriously, Bon Bon! He gave you free drinks! It's like... an unwritten rule that you MUST answer that request!” her third friend furthered so the fourth could get her turn. “Sometimes I can swear you're asexual...” she said, which was the last thing needed for Bon Bon to finally drop her glad expression.

The table shook a little from the hard smash it received from the angered mare. All the other females jumped in fright, unprepared to get such a violent response. Without removing her fore hoof from the spot she just hit, Bon Bon had her most angry set of eyebrows and hateful eyes.

“Okay, that's bucking it! I came with you girls just because I knew it would be nice sharing a drink with you! But once we get here, all you talk about is sex! And do you seriously mean I have to let every stallion or mare I see get between my thighs, is that it?! Have it ever hit you that I might not be such a sex-addict like the rest of you?!” Bon Bon exclaimed so loud that everypony in the bar heard her. Some ponies turned their heads, and the bartender was no exception.

The pony sitting next to Bon Bon frowned, realizing what kind of loath she and the others just had provoked. “R-relax, we were just teasing...” she excused, thus feeding the flame inside Bon Bon's mind.

“Oh, shut up, Rose! You're the bucking whorse who sleeps with males all the frigging time! You even keep a bucking record book filled with nothing but crossed-off names of all the stallions in this town! Of course you'd be the most pushy one!” she roared out which instantly brought out a gasp from the pale cream mare with her burgundy mane.

Some of the stallions in the bar chuckled, now paying way more attention to the round table filled with mares. The general noises and blabbering voices slowly died out as Bon Bon's other friend reacted to what she just heard. “Is that true, Rose?” she asked and held back a giggle against the blushing earth pony with a rose as cutie mark. Sadly, Bon Bon wasn't out of fuel yet...

“Hah!! Look who talks!” she exclaimed and stood up on her hindlegs while pointing a foreleg at the addressed pony who flashed in shock. “Wind Whistler, the mare who actually PAID several stallions and mares just so they'd rut her! Now that's what I call desperate for a lay!” she stated, sending that mare too into a state of extreme blush and embarrassment. Even more ponies in the bar laughed, joining the earlier crowd by turning around and sit back while listening.

The arctic blue pegasus mare shifted her trembling eyes everywhere, knowing everypony laughed at her now when her big secret had been revealed, something Bon Bon had sworn not to tell anypony.

“Bon Bon, can you keep it down... please?” the third asked gently and gestured with her hoof she should lower the volume. However, that line had a perfect value of firewood...

The mentioned mare turned her pointing foreleg to the next victim of her rage, still looking maddening angry. “So you say, Twinkle? I can't remember you lowering your voice when you slept with your stepfather behind your mother's back! You should really pull down those curtains to your bedroom next time, don't you think?!!” she now screamed at the golden gray pony who had dropped her jaw. The cerise color on her mane was the only tone comparable with her flushed cheeks.

Some of the ponies jeered while some just laughed harder while hitting their tables to let off steam. This surely had turned into the most hilarious event they've ever experienced at The Keg, something ponies would talk about for months to come.

And as the last female was about to slip away from the table, Bon Bon threw her evil glower eyes at that certain mare. “And don't you even get the idea of opening your mouth, Golden Harvest, I...” she halted herself, remembering what she had seen from this olive mare also known for her nickname 'Carrot Top'. Bon Bon's mouth paused, allowing Harvest to discreetly shake her head while whimpering something incoherent.

All guests leaned their heads forward, awaiting the mean revelation for their own entertainment. But Bon Bon knew what this pony did behind closed doors was just... too...

“I know what you do with those carrots!!” she yelled out instead and dropped her foreleg to the table with another smash.

Not a single voice could be heard in the entire bar. Silence had commit genocide and thus sealed the air from all source of noises until a puny resistance in form of a whimper broke out from the pale olive pony known as Carrot Top.

And then, a hysterical outburst of laughter from the big crowd reclaimed its taken land from the silence, spreading and filling the entire locale so hard and fast that it knocked over some ponies from their chairs. Their imaginations spoke of something so much worse than what they've already heard, which had to be really extreme. Even the bartender had problems holding back his chuckles, understanding that this pretty mare he had gained interest for just completely humiliated her friends in a set time of a mere minute. He almost wanted to bet how disgraced and disrespected these females just got after this. Who'd ever see them with regular eyes anymore, knowing they are a bunch of feather-hoofed mares without hesitation to do anything?

With the masses of laughter in the background, Bon Bon snorted and sat down again on her chair, fully aware that she had done something virtually unforgivable. All those secrets except Twinkle's were sworn to never be told, something she now had broken without any regrets. However, her opinion slowly started to shift when she realized what she ACTUALLY did and for what reasons.

It had already been a long day for her, and what those poor mares did was just the simple old friend-teasing she always had endured since they were just for fun. Now... she had ensured that four bonds of friendship were totally annihilated for no good reasons at all. They just wanted to encourage her, that was all. But as her frown started to develop, the ponies Rose, Wind Whistler, Twinkle and Carrot Top all glared at her with tear in their eyes, scowling and gritting teeth as one after another quickly got up from the table and galloped away to the door.

With eyes following their pitiful exit, three of the mares had succeeded to run away before the sobbing in their throats developed into crying. The door opened and slammed, leaving a heavily entertained crowd behind and two of the five friends at the table in the center.

Bon Bon bit her lower lip and looked at the remaining pony who hadn't ran away yet. Sadly, she was building up a pressure inside herself, stacking more and more sorrow when she knew her secret was as good as revealed. She would never hear the end of this, and all thanks to the pony she thought was a source of well-placed trust. Bon Bon felt a tear of her own breaking out as she saw the pitiful sight before her who almost drowned in her own flood of tears. “Carrot, I'm sorry I...” she tried in vain to apologize. Now even anger and hatred had erupted from the plantation owner.

“You know I can't help it!!” she roared at her friend, standing up from her chair and turning towards the exit. “But Carrot!” Bon Bon tried again. “BUCK YOU, YOU TRAITOROUS BITCH!!” she received as the mentioned equine now galloped away through the tables of laughing ponies.

Bon Bon felt all will to live slip away from her as the door slammed again after her ex-friend's departure. Now she was left alone with five bottles of alcohol and a clear evidence that she had done something horrible scattered in the entire bar. All those voices exhaling laughter and choking breathes. In the end, the saddened mare grabbed her flask again and gulped until it was empty. In the next second, she hit her forehead to the table and sniveled up a tear...

Not too much later, when the laughs had died down and been converted into the casual mumbles again as the guests returned to new topics, like what in Equestria they just saw. Bon Bon didn't want to hear it, so she raised her head and bit of the cork from the next bottle. But as she started emptying it to comfort herself, a shadow got closer to her.

“That was brutal, missy. How ya holding up?” the bartender from before asked and sat down on the empty chair next to the lone female. He smiled as usual, but there was a significant amount of concern in his intentions. Bon Bon glanced up with gloomy eyes and an aching throat after all the yelling. Her body had almost began to shiver when the adrenalin pumped through her body, and now when it was gone... she felt more tired than ever.

Her voice sobbed at first, and the cider which had tainted her blood with alcohol shaped up a temporarily weaker core inside her true feelings. “I... I did something... horrible. They... they had... e-entrusted me with those s-secrets.... and... I just.... j-j-just.... uuhhh...” she then sobbed up and hit her forehead to the table again, holding the flask in her right hoof. The bartender pushed it away and focused on the damsel in distress.

“Look, missy.... after what I heard, those must have been some withdrawn emotions that sure do needed ventilation. Because that voice had no ordinary 'angry mare' volume. That was a pure rage few ponies ever achieve in their life” he explained and gently patted the cream shoulder.

“But t-they didn't deserve it! They.... they are good f-friends and... I love them! It.... it just slipped out when... they asked why I... I.... er.... I...” she hesitated and almost blushed when she thought about what started all of this. “I don't know what they asked. But such a little pretty mares like you don't go on such rampages too often, I know that, so it had to be SOMETHING....” he furthered and tilted his head down so he could see the wet stains soaking his table.

Bon Bon raised her head once again and noticed her bottle was gone. Ignoring that it actually was half full, she reached for another one. That until the stallion's strong foreleg blocked her fragile limb's path. She looked at him while feeling his coat against her pad, meeting a serious, yet encouraging face.

“Even if it's good for business, I simply can't allow you to drink anymore. This might be strange hearing from a bartender, but drinking won't solve your problems. And I'd hate to see such a pretty thing wasting her night like this...” he paused long enough to allow a thoughtful look from the tipsy female. “Go home instead, and don't think anymore about what happened here. My brother is covering up for me even though it's not his shift, so I can follow you home if you want”.

Bon Bon almost chuckled, fully convinced that there was no doubt she had this male on the hook. But imagining why he did all this almost made her sick. Doing this much just for sex? She was going crazy over this overrated thing, thus less in the mood for even a consolation masturbation when getting home. She nodded and said she'd be fine, still sobbing a little while getting up on her slightly unsteady legs.

The bartender sighed and asked again if she was sure, answered by an insistent 'yes'. Thus, he looked at the eye candy walking past the crowd of guests. His smile never vanished, even though he felt a cut of disappointment ripping his guts. But since he had been rejected, he quickly walked back to behind the counter...

Outside the bar, Bon Bon inhaled the fresh air of a summer night. She was sure the clock hadn't even passed ten yet, so walking home now would give her some time to do other things before bed. She looked around to see a few ponies walking her way. They were a gang of young stallions, all chuckling and playfully tugging each other while they walked towards The Keg. Without any intentions of destroying another band of good friends, she stepped aside from the door, watching them walk past her as one from the small pack turned his head and whistled. “Nice flank, baby!” he called out to the cream female, which ignited another round of laughs from the gang before they pushed open the door and left Bon Bon alone.

The gloomy eyes suddenly felt heavier for her. Was it a cruel joke of irony to give her such an attractive body when she hasn't even the slightest hunger for intimacy? A thought came up in her head, a thought wondering how easily she would've gotten laid if she just asked for it. If she just really liked sex at all or even felt at least interested by it.

But none of that. Her friends were surely just a bit jealous over seeing their friend with such a nice body wasting it. Perhaps they... wanted to be like her. Having those physics. A behind with a nice curve up to her lower back, the perfectly sized waist thanks to her consummation of candy and regular exercise, the navy blue mane and that little pink stripe adding a mature and yet delicious touch to her general looks.

Yes, she had convinced herself that it was all her fault. If she hadn't looked so good, her friends would probably never pick on her for those reasons. Or at least used some better kind of encouragements for her to stand up and be proud of herself. It was then Bon Bon wondered why she sounded so narcissistic...

And as she flipped her sad eyes open she only had time to take one step forward, missing the rapid hooves running towards her.

In an instant, two ponies from nowhere had tight grips around her forelegs while the third one muffled her gasp by covering her mouth with a hoof. Panic broke out inside Bon Bon's head while the ponies carried her away from the bar. She was given no time to see who the perpetrators were before they had walked around the bar into one of its dark alleys and thrown her off to the dirty ground.

There were black bags filled with garbage resting in a long line along the narrow alley's wall, the first thing she saw after getting up on her tipsy hooves again. Her heart held a stressed pace after this sudden act, but she was about to experience how it truly felt when that particular muscle skipped a beat.

“Well look who it is.... miss tells-secrets-and-humiliates-her-friends: Bon Bon” the arctic blue pegasus Wind Whistler stated, arching her eyebrows while walking closer towards her new pet peeve.

The mentioned pony widened her eyes, especially when she saw the other mares too. “Yeah, I remember her. A loudmouth who thinks she's better than us...” she said and allowed the third pony right behind her to step up and finish. “... just because she's a virgin” Twinkle used her most ridicule tone and swayed her hips to add a feeling of disgusts over her former friend.

Bon Bon didn't only feel a trace of panic left behind in her head, now she could have sworn there was a stroke of fear accompanying the uncomfortable feeling. “A lying son of a whorse, a traitor and liar too!” Carrot Top stated while providing a mad glare radiating the most angry feelings she ever experienced. And now she and the others had completely surrounded Bon Bon, cornered her up to the solid wooden wall, leaving no possible escape.

It didn't require a genius to understand what possibly was going to happen here and now. “G-girls... I want to... apologize for what I...” Bon Bon defended herself, sadly enough ignored by the other females. “Oh? Easy asking for forgiveness now when you're not so safe in public anymore, is it? How sad, and I who brought a friend of mine for company...” Twinkle said in sarcastic tone and looked over her shoulder.

A silhouette moved down the alley, coming closer until it revealed its true shape: a light blue pegasus stallion with a dark yellow mane carrying a sinister grin on his lips. He was Twinkle's personal brawn, a friend with benefits who always would help her out, especially if the task involved what was about to happen. It was at that moment Bon Bon started to crawl up against the wall behind her. She could see the patterns more and more in how this would end up. And sadly, the other girls didn't wait for their victim to defend herself.

“Get her!”.

Two of the mares rushed up and pressed Bon Bon up to the wall, only to knock her head into the hard wall so she wouldn't resist due to the pain. Working more then well, the ache quickly stunned Bon Bon's already hazed mind, leaving her defenseless for the swift mares. “Hold her forelegs and spread the other ones!” Rose commanded and got her will through. In a matter of seconds, the cream mare with her candy cutie mark now had two mares holding her forelegs down to the ground while the other two widely spread her hindlegs with their tight grips to her fetlocks.

Bon Bon was practically vanished, hardly hearing anything and seeing even less while the stallion walked closer. His erection was already clearly visible, pointing straight at the undefiled and flawless marehood. The four mares snickered behind their mean grins, enjoying to see their male friend get between the cream hindlegs. He lowered his nether a little, placing his hard-on just an inch away from the virgin slit.

“Do it...”.

In the mist Bon Bon experienced, she felt lost and perplexed. But like the sun itself engulfed her world, the thick blockade vaporized into thin air to uncover a whole new realm.... of pain.

“AAAAAHHH!!!” she screamed at the same moment the stallion's rod split apart her inexperienced labia and pressed aside her inner walls, instantly ripping up her hymen together with several wounds around her precious area. Carrot Top twitched an eye in pleasure, happily witnessing this unforgivable scene so it could ease her own mental pain. But for Bon Bon, this had to be the most scariest and painful thing she'd ever felt.

Every piece of her sensitivity sent signals of excruciating pain, raving her brain with rapid and repetitive messages telling that whatever happened down there was not good at all. It was warm, so warm it wrapped her entire nether into a burning sting. And it got even worse when she felt a short moment of relief after the intruding object's exit, only to ram inside even harder to touch her deepest core: the womb. “AAAHHHH!! NOOO! AAH.... AAAAAH!!” her terrified voice screamed out as more pain consumed her senses.

“Shut up, you disgusting tramp!” Carrot Top yelled and raised her foreleg up in the air. Her mind had encountered a fatal stroke of hate, bringing her to decisions she otherwise never even could imagine.

Thus, she had absolutely no problem hitting Bon Bon's head with a straight right. The cream cheek experienced a wave of pain as the rest of the head flew aside. It hurt even more, it burned, it warmed up. “Hey, let me too!” Wind Whistler almost chuckled while saying, catching the idea of bringing out more then just suspending. Her blue foreleg flew through the air, punching back Bon Bon's face to the other shoulder. The previous spot was already getting the ideal color of a bruise, soon joined by its friend.

The stallion kept shoving his rod of meat inside the innocent lips, pulling out blood and a piece of soak every time he thrust himself inside the victim again. His humping had a steady pace, ignoring the fragile flesh he pounded just to get his own climax. Sliding in and out, loving the show of a mare getting beaten up while he rutted her, this pony had absolutely no plans on stopping even if he was asked to.

Everything was clear for the violating ponies. Raping, punching, kicking and finally actually letting go of her numb hindlegs so they could stomp her, it was all an obvious meaning of this event. Carrot Top and Wind Whistler pressed their fore hooves on the cream stomach, marking it with hoof prints as Bon Bon's internal organs faced a brutal pain. Blood finally coughed up from the screaming mouth. Trails of the scarlet fluid poured over her chin, tainting with more filth.

After a while, the pain was so frequent that it slowly grew into a large, pulsating body of warmth, slow but steady digging deep inside her entire body until it could be felt inside her marrow.

But it didn't hurt anymore.

The small breezes of a recognizable feeling started to take shape inside her mind. Like a flow of soothing seawater from the beach, the feeling reached her every nerve, then retreated tediously back. It came back, clutching every limb so its contamination could spread to every last cell. Images. Images of herself laying exactly where she was. The merciless male pounding her marehood, the two females holding up her forelegs while the other two beat her up.

All the pain, the misery, and the total submission. Defenseless, abandoned and forsaken, thrown to the beasts defiling her body against her will. Used like a whorse, abused and degraded into something negligible. All because she had been a bad pony and betrayed her friends.

Why.... why, she asked herself. Why did all this turned her on? Why did all this horror made her hotter and more randy then she even dared imagine? She.... she wanted more. Just like when she always hoofed herself, violently rubbing her labia and pearl to allure that climax.

Bon Bon's eyes opened wide, her lungs tensed, all muscles went limp for a second. Then, she exhaled a loud moan of pleasure...

The stallion widened his eyes and instantly halted all movements. The four mares cocked their eyebrows and stopped too. They all saw the same thing, a mare covered in bruises, scrapes, hoof prints and stains of blood. But the enormous flaw in this sight were the lips. They smiled wide with a lolling tongue. The cyan eyes were half-closed below the relaxed eyebrows. And that moan didn't come alone, now Bon Bon grunted in satisfaction and stretched her neck to look up at her violators.

“What.... the.... buck.... “ Rose uttered without intentions of letting Carrot Top finish that sentence.

“... Is wrong with you?!!” the mare with her orange mane roared and threw her strongest punch straight into Bon Bon's exposed chin. After the painful grunt, the abused mare just looked at her ex-friend and groaned with a perverted exaltation in her voice. “Oohhhhh.... harder...”.

While the other mares grimaced to express disgust, Carrot went even more furious. Her eyes were bloodshot and her teeth virtually chipped from the savage gritting. “You bitch!! Stop! Enjoying! It!” she screamed and punched Bon Bon in the face between each exclaimed word.

She just opened her blackened eyes and giggled, feeling every hit to her body getting redirected to her special area which still had a large visitor inside. None of the other mares liked this either. Their disgusted faces turned into anger again. And then the stallion was giving orders again. “Keep fucking her, you idiot!” Twinkle commanded and repositioned herself above Bon Bon's head while still holding her left forelegs, jerking the dark blue mane so it's bearer was looking straight up into her preciousness.

The light blue pegasus stallion got back to work, ignoring this uneasy feeling he got and slammed himself balls deep inside the... soaking wet hole? The stallion didn't understand a thing now. Was she seriously aroused? Did she get off to being raped? What the buck is wrong with this mare, he thought and thrust his hips again.

Twinkle grabbed Bon Bon's head and lowered her hind knees so she virtually sat on the cream face, violently rubbing her marehood against the cream mouth. “Lick me or I'll strangle you, worthless trash!” she screamed and wrapped both her fore hooves around the soft neck, ignoring that she dropped the leg she was supposed to hold. However, the abused mare smiled even wider when the pressure around her neck made it harder to breath. And when she understood she was being blackmailed and threatened to death....

… she came.

As Bon Bon yelled out a lengthy moan, the male jerked his head down. Yes, his hard-working dick was suddenly covered in mare-cum, glistening and moist nectar pouring out with the blood and love juice the raped mare had extracted. He was sickened, unable to comprehend what he did that caused all of this.

“Buuuuuck!!! What the hay is wrong with you?! How can you enjoy this?! How?!” Carrot Top asked at the top of her lungs, twisting her face even further when she saw how happily Bon Bon licked Twinkle's sweet spot.

The golden gray mare standing on her hindlegs groaned out, enjoying to feel her pink pearl getting a stimulation. Her own humping grew faster as the satisfaction took over more and more. Finally, she strangled the cream neck even harder, hoping her giver soon would faint. But there was no use, it was too hard holding back at all for her.

“Aahhhh!” the unicorn cried out as her female fluids squirted into Bon Bon's mouth, filling the hungry orifice as she let go of the overexerted neck. Ashamed and frankly quite scared, the accidentally satisfied mare stumbled away a few steps to forget what just happened, shivering and practically crying again.

And at that moment, Carrot Top couldn't take anymore of this. She had to see the source of her hatred suffer. She wanted her to scream in pain, cry in anguish and regret what she had done. There was only one thing left she knew would work. “Bite of her clitoris!!” the frustrated mare ordered the humping stallion. He stopped and stared oddly at her. “Wait... what?” he answered in all confusion.

“I said... BITE OF HER BUCKING CLITORIS!!” Carrot repeated thanks to the madness damaging her healthy reasoning. But the stallion just kept staring for another brief moment, then slid out his slackening stallionhood. He wasn't turned on anymore. “Okay, girls. This is getting too weird, and this bitch is seriously creeping me out. I'm not a frigging cannibal, alright?” he responded and took a step back, looking more scared then the other mares.

And just when Carrot Top was about to flip out further in anger and say she'd do it herself, the male equine was about to turn around. “I'm outta...” he almost had time to finish while ending the turn.

In a swift and strong smash, the light blue stallion was knocked down to the ground in front of the frightened mares and Bon Bon. The pegasus had fainted from that single punch delivered from nopony else but the one who suspected something like this to happen. But he didn't smile like he always did.

“Okay. Fun's over. You're all going to jail...” the bartender stated calmly to the gang of male and female abusers. Bon Bon's forelegs were dropped to the ground, she looked up at her savior.... then finally fainted from the pain and exhaustion...

As Bon Bon's memories faded back to its resting place of her brain, the real and current world she existed in came back: room 120 together with a mare she just had learned something incredible of. She could now see the light gray mare keeping her eyes away above the flushed cheeks. Her cream lips almost shivered as she stared straight into Octavia's soul.

“ You mean... rape.... her?” she finally asked and narrowed her eyes.

Octavia flashed in surprise, turning her head when that specific word started echoing in her ears. Like her personality had changed into Lyra's, she bit her lower lip due to the feeling of being exposed. She hoped Bon Bon wouldn't think of her as a sick and disturbed pony. “Er.... you could say that...”.

As the purple eyes shifted down to the bed, straight at Vinyl's toy, Bon Bon felt so much more at ease speaking now. Sadly, that piece of relief brought away too much of her self-control...

“Like.... tying her legs, stripping her of all ability to move and press her down to the bed?”.

Octavia could only feel embarrassment coming her way as even more bulls-eyes penetrated every spot of truth in her mind. However, she hadn't met the cream earth pony's look yet, thus unable to foresee where those words were going as they continued. She just nodded a little as answer.

“And then.... telling her she's... a whorse? Degrading her so she feel worthless?

All true. Octavia nodded and buried her muzzle in her fore hooves. The lower lip went through a strong nibbling.

“Perhaps.... you know, beating her a little too? Hitting her face and choking her throat... then, when she can't defend herself anymore due to the oppression from her lover...”.

For the cellist, this was horribly painful to hear. Bon Bon knew exactly what she talked about, understood what she wanted from Vinyl and.... how could she be so spot on, Octavia wondered and peeped at Bon Bon through the narrow opening between her muzzle and hoof. She looked so serious all of a sudden.

“Making her believe you don't love her anymore and starts treating her like a fuck-toy. You don't rub her sex, you abuse it with mean force and make her cry for mercy. Make her resist... scream... cry... and then hurt her so much it...” Bon Bon paused and swallowed the load of saliva that had gathered up in her mouth. Octavia's eyes were tensed, her mouth half-open and the hooves she used as cover slowly dropped. The other mare looked down at the large toy, quickly shifting up again to meet her friend's shocked eyes.

“... makes her bleed”.

Both ponies stared at each other, blushing in silence with no capabilities of furthering the conversation. Suddenly the moment was magical, filled with thick emotions struggling to break free from their imprisonment, embracing the time into a frozen state. An uncomfortable feeling between their hindlegs started to torture them both with heat and arouse and the paralyzing effect had taken full grasp of Bon Bon. But it required just a stain of honesty from Octavia to finally do something about all of this.

“I... I almost choked Vinyl... to death this morning” her accented voice uttered in pure sensation of the tension in this moment, something Bon Bon more then happily enjoyed to hear since she was almost a more exposed victim to it. Without even thinking an inch further then her snout reached, the cream mare decided to add what she wanted to say.

“C-could you do that to me... too?” the hot breath virtually whispered, enticing the other, light gray mouth to imitate its hot waves of air.

Both knew this was a highly inappropriate request, but somehow they had worked themselves into a state where the laws of logic and moral seemed so unnecessary it almost hurt. They both knew what they wanted, thus attracting them to actually do what their sexual instincts said.

Octavia grit her teeth, keeping the shocked purple eyes locked at her friend's cyan blue ones. There were lots of resistance in her mind, but knowing there was a pony in front of her who actually asked for a mean punishment, she couldn't resist the idea of just placing her fore hooves around that cream neck. Step by step, Octavia crept a little closer to Bon Bon, carefully beholding as she laid down on her back and returned the look. The gray lips trembled, both due to excitement and a voice screaming for her to stop.

But soon she had lost the voice, all thanks to the fact that she now sat on Bon Bon's waist, looking down on the mare overcome by expectations and heavy breathing. Octavia extended her forelegs, aiming for the neck and preparing herself for the sweet ecstasy of seeing this pony slowly suffocate to a possible death, just for the sake of sexual arouse.

Just an inch left before the touch...

A loud knock on the door. “Hello? It's housekeeping! Anyone in there?” a male voice called out from the hallway while he pressed his ear to the wooden obstacle.

Both mares' eyes widened, the magic vanished into nowhere and they realized just what the hay they were doing. Bon Bon gasped in fear and instantly raised her forelegs to push the sitting mare off her. Octavia yelped as her back hit the soft bed and lightly bounced on it.

The knocking resumed with another series of thuds, reminding the females that it was lucky it happened to wake them up. Bon Bon sat up and then quickly jumped down from the bed, stuttering up an excuse as her nervous grimace did most of the job telling she was out of her mind by embarrassment . “Uh... well, I... I g-gotta go! I'll see... you later, Octavia!”.

The mentioned equine shook her head to clear it just before looking at her friend speeding up to the door, opening it, excusing her presence for the cleaner outside and then galloping down the hallway.

The cleaner followed her with his eyes too for a little bit, soon turning around and taking a step inside room 120. He didn't have any prejudices, nor even imagining what possibly could have happened here. “Hello there, I was just popping by to ask if you needed your room cleaned” he stated and adjusted the white cap on his head.

Octavia was still lost in what she was about to do, looking into the thin air and recalling what she felt the last minute. “Uhm... miss?” the yellow colt asked again when he understood there wouldn't be any answer yet if he didn't spoke up. And then, the light gray mare shook her head and nothing more. “Alright then! Have a good day, miss!” the cleaner said and nodded his head before closing the door after him.

He looked at his cleaning trolley standing right next to him and realized this was the last room he had been appointed to check. A little smile grew up on his lips. “Sweet, now I can take a break down at the restaurant!”.

Lyra covered her snout with both fore hooves, deeply in shock after hearing what her friend just explained. Vinyl took up a napkin from the table and wiped away all the butter and salt from her mouth that she couldn't get rid of. “.... So I guess I freaked out a little and needed some time away from her...” the white unicorn stated and leaned back on the chair, full and satisfied at least physically.

But the other, lime green unicorn didn't like hearing this at all. And seeing Vinyl act all casual about what happened this morning was more then her kind and naive heart could take. She leaned over the table and whispered through her muffling hooves. “She... she strangled you?!”.

Vinyl sighed and looked away at the other tables. “Yeah... but I told you it's her 'game' and all. She didn't really tried to kill me, it was just her way of enjoying sex. I remembered that on the way down here” she continued to explain. But even if Lyra seemed understanding and a little more calm, she didn't buy any of this. She'd just heard a story about almost loosing her best friend, and reflexes such as 'call the guards' and 'break up with her,Vinyl' jumped around in Lyra's head.

“Okay... if you say so...” she said instead and put down her hooves on her lap. Vinyl seemed pleased to think she had calmed her friend down, unaware of what she actually had triggered.

“That's good to hear, Lyra. Don't worry about me, I just needed somepony I could talk to. You know, ventilate this since it became a little too much”. The lime green equine nodded her head, letting go of a smirk. “But what do you say we ditch this place and go back to our rooms? I feel I need to talk with my little violent lover... he he he” Vinyl chuckled like it was nothing. Sadly, Lyra's smirk disappeared when she heard that.

Naïve as she was, there was actually a limit to it. She had known Vinyl for too long to fall for such a usually good facade. Behind that grinning face, she knew there were worried emotions. “Okay” she answered anyways and got up from her chair together with the other unicorn.

They walked away, past all the lined up tables towards the reception again. And as they reached the elevator, it opened without having any buttons pushed. The doors opened and allowed the mares to see the colt behind his cleaning trolley. “Hiya!” he said happily and pushed out the trolley as the females stood aside for him. Both smiled and then got inside the elevator without giving the cleaner another thought.

Once the yellow colt dressed in a white shirt and cap had reached the reception, he casually parked his trolley next to the reception desk since it was only a break lasting ten minutes or so. Perhaps it wasn't that much time, but well enough for him to start tuning a new song he liked while walking down into the restaurant. Sadly, it was always easier remembering the chorus.

“When I'm on the outside, I look it in. I can see through you~u, into the real you~u. Cause on the inside your ugly, ugly like me~e. I can see through you~u, into the real you~u...”.

To be continued...

Author's Note:
Russian translation
*Da = Yes
*Privet = Hi
*Khorosho? = Alright?
I'll be honest and say I wasn't really that pleased with this chapter. It felt like I use the same words way too many times and it was a pain in the flank coming up with good synonyms for all the characters in Bon Bon's flashback, since two of them had almost the same color scheme like Bon Bon and were earth ponies too. But well, nothing like writing a good old fictional rape scene ^^

Yes, it took almost two weeks this time. Ugh, social life SUCKS! Here I try keeping a regular scheme with update every week, but nooooo.
Anyways...
You might notice that Octavia's way of talking changes all the time. This is because I'm listening to what you guys think and thus change it to ease the burden. But from now on I'll do it like this:

1. Instead of “w”, she uses “v”.
   
2. All “the” becomes “ze”.
   
3. Octavia will sometime use Russian words with phonetic letters when talking, but you can find the translation in the author's note.

That's about everything. I won't change her anymore...... I mean, if it's okay for you ^^'

I hope you guys still thinks this story is worth reading. Please keep up with the comments and tell me in any way you want what you thought about it. I read every single one and answers as many as I can!

Brohoof on ya all!

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